Dry Feet, Warme Head, Bring Safe To

A Pittifull Mother Makes A Scald Head.

The Tongue Walkes Where The Teeth Speede Not.

Many, Affecting Wit Beyond Their Power, Have Got To Be A Dear Fool For An Hour.

To Write A Verse Or Two Is All The Praise That I Can Raise.

Good & Quickly Seldome Meete.